Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason

When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.

by Maya Angelou

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........wonderful poem with a fantastic ending ★
Some poeple may question the reason of their existence. They see poeple acting foolish. They wonder what they could possibly contribute to the world. In O me! O life! , by Walt Whitman, the speaker questions the reason for his existence and his part in the big picture. The speaker sees many poeple, but what are they really doing in life? He sees 'endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish, ' but he doesnt think he is any better than the rest. 'Myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) He wants to see new improvements and creations, but all he sees is 'the poor results of all— of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me.' He doesn't know what good there is in people; how creative they can be and what they can achieve. The speaker has the mindset of 'if they can't, then I can't.' So, he also questions himself, and what good he can do as an individual. He knows he has a wasted past behind him; 'Of the empty and useless years of the rest, ' and doesn't think he can do anything important. The speaker may be considering someing drastic, like suicide, or simply making a prayer. However, the answer is found: 'That you are here—that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.'